Parts of a whole.

I awoke up this morning to a sky with no air in it, and the streets were filled with a thousand burning corpses, and what I thought was the sunrise, just passing headlights.

And as I surveyed my standing, I saw the parts of the world divide into its constituents, and its elements broke away.

One part loss, one part no sleep, one part the screams we mistook for laughter, one part the blood on the walls and everything after.

One part of a skull, lying prone on the floor, one part the consummate fear, one part trapped in barbed wire, one part the alcoholics beer.

One part is parting ways, whilst the other remains thereafter, one part the madman’s laughter.
One apartment building, the windows boarded over, one part the chalk lines, one part my dead lover.

One part my addictions, one part my madness, one part the sorrow, and in this my sadness. 

And in these parts, the whole, if only in hope to feel whole again.

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